We had told Madelyn last night that we would be making personal pizzas for dinner tonight. After the girls were in bed last night, Tony and I decided that that wouldn't really be feasible with everything we needed to get done and since he would have to stop and get some dough. Instead, Tony was just going to stop and pick up pizza on the way home from work. When I picked the girls up this afternoon:
Me: Oh, Madelyn, we aren't making pizzas tonight for dinner. We won't have time to do it.
Madelyn, panicked: We're not?! But I wanted pizza!
Me: We're still having pizza.
Madelyn, confused: What? Are we going out?
Me: No. Daddy is picking up pizza on the way home.
Madelyn: Oh! Okay!
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